I think it has been quite a long since my last post in this blogger thing. Honestly, it is not because I dun hve much time to write any junk. But I m just preoccupied doing some kinda sorta important stuffs for e.g my master proposal, post raye mood, talki’ to fon till midnite and vice versa.kakakaka.

While weekends, nothing much to do in this developing tganu.lalallala. no gigantic mall, but glad we have giant hypermarket here + secret recipe + compulsory fast food, my mc D and guardian , Watson and pasar payang (oh no, im going to list down every shops here)……

So, back to the topic. Erk, is there any topic being discussed in here. Nop I think.wink..wink…. where am I just now,,,,mmmm.while weekend, usually, I will just stay at home, watching tv, playing games what else….loafing with friends and eat…eat….and eat….no wonder im gaining up to 5kgs living in this state, now im forcing myself to go on a very strict diet regime. Kakakak….strict???

Breakfast= jacob’s sunlife diet biscuits + mango juice
Lunch= nasi separuh+veges+protein
Tea time=no tea time
Dinner= strictly no rice or any high carbohydrate food..lalalalala…
Weekend= diet free day (mcD + Piza + choc indulgence ++bla…bla…bla

U know, its really a freaking moment if sumone u love approaches u n said, u nih dh gemok la…..omg, its really a horror, thrill dream to be dreamt of…….and its really hurt me deep inside to like need to throw or maybe donate (wink) my jeans and almost 1 quarter of my wardrobe to my kaklong…….huhuhuhu…

Im just started AGAIN, to be on healthy, modification to shakira body’s diet.kakakakaka.believe me, its worth 100 bottles after tobacco Calvin Klein perfume (the smell I like the most).lalalala.

Finally, majulah sukan untuk Negara.lalalalala

MY FAMILY RAYA 08

AIDILFITRI 2008 (THE WHOLE FAMILY)

THIS PIC ACTUALLY WAS TAKEN ON THE 4TH DAY OF SYAWAL....KAKAKAKA....

never send ur man to supermarket??? based on true story of mine.....kakakaka(date dec,2007)

hmmm…im so bored…n i dun know what 2 do….i need to do sumthing….or ill be bored to death in my office…..

issue to share with my fren in this blog thing….lalala

i was on my way to my office…(klang-sepang)…..as usual….sleepy, so i tuned in my fav radio station—> hitz fm…..huh…..the morning issue…was,,,,why women should never send their men to supermarket…….??why? the issue…really waking me up…..lol…..really interesting…….a lot of callers called up…mostly women……telling whole binch stories bout their experienced sending their men to supermarket….n all the stories….made me burst out laughing….gigling alone in my car…..kakakakaka….

hmmmm….me myself did experience it….kakakaka……a few days before the issue being discussed in the radio……

hmmmm…..my luvly man….kakakaka….we were on our way to the beach….n stopped at the petrol pump to fill in the gas….i asked him to buy bread for our sandwich….hmm….because i was really in hurry that morning….n forgot to bring along the sandwich…..without mentioning which brand of bread he need to buy…….as usual,,,,,i knew that he really, knew n absolutely knows that my fav bread’s brand will alwiz b the gardenia.but, instead of buying the G brand….he bought the High 5 brand…..

i was really mad (mad? juz for a loaf of different bread’s brand……women= particular)……n i asked him to change to my fav brand…huhuhuhu….but he neglected me n juz continue driving….huhuhu…..back to the issue…

my T already lowered,,,,, (T=temperature)…….i really keen to know why he got me the high 5 brand….huhuhhuhu…..

he answered me………with a synical smile…….because the high 5 bread has the fasha sanda’s face on it…..huhuhuhu……

ok women,,,,,the conclusion….never send ur men to supermarket…..kakakakaka……….because they really dun bother bout the qualities or the taste or the price of the things they gonne…..for me,,,,men (in supermarket) really judge the items by its cover….lol)…

end of issue…..

my reflection

Reflection
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you’ll never know me
Every day, is as if I play apart
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I can not fool
My heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
I am now
In a world where I have to
Hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What’s inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don’t know?
Must I pretend that i’m
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
There’s a heart that must
Be free to fly
That burns with a need
To know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel

Must there be a secret me

I’m forced to hide?
I won’t pretend that i’m
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflections show
Who I am inside?